Title: Red & Violet
Author: Tempest
Disclaimer: No mutants were harmed in the making of this fic. They will be returned to sender in a timely fashion. Marvel owns everything, as of right now. No money was made off these works. No copyright infringement was intended.
Author's Notes: I guess I should explain what a drabble is for those who don't know. A drabble is a story written in 100 words – a little more or a little less. I consider any story that's around 200 words a double drabble and anything more than that (1000 words max for me) an evolved drabble. Those are just my own rules. You approach it how you see fit. I was inspired to do this by an author named Marcus Rowland. He's on my favorites list. Even though he may never read this, I wanted to thank him. I have now found a new writing hobby.
Dedications: To Sparkle. You asked for this pairing in a movieverse setting. You got it. Now stop sending me pictures of the guy you say would make the perfect "movieverse" Shinobi you big freak! Luv ya!

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Ororo's feet beat against the pavement harder and harder. She could have run on the mansion grounds. Goddess knows there was enough land around it for her to run for days, but she wanted to escape the suffocating sorrow of the mansion grounds. Sorrow, regret, guilt – the place was saturated with it.

She almost feared going back there. They looked to her for her strength, her courage. Ororo would see them through this, they said. However, she hurt just as much as they did. Jean had been her friend, the only sister she had ever known. Who would comfort her?

Every night, she choked on the tears of her regret while they wept openly. What more could she have done? Jean chose her fate. She made herself a martyr. Why had Jean been so stupid, so thoughtless? Didn't she know how much it would hurt? Still, Ororo felt she should have done more, but she couldn't feeling some anger toward Jean.

Tears blinded her as she raced through the gates of the mansion. The world meshed together to form one colorful blur. She ran blindly, by instinct only, to the mansion door, her senses guiding her down that familiar path. A figured darkened her path to the doorway.

She blinked away her tears, wiping them away harshly with the back of her hand. A man came into focus, and he wasn't moving. Didn't he see her coming? He had no right to stand there as if he owned the place. She shifted to move around him a second too late.

She collided with the man. He still didn't move; his body was as hard as Piotr's metal armor. She bounced off him, steeling herself for the inevitable fall, but he caught one of her arms quickly. "Steady," he said, helping her to find her balance again.

"Why didn't you move?" she shouted at him, her anger and frustration yearning to lash out at this stranger.

"Is that any way to treat someone who just helped you?" he countered.

"I'm sorry. Why don't we start over?" she said, looking into the stranger's blue eyes. He was right. She had no right to lash out at him. She was letting her emotions get the best of her. She held out her right hand to him. "I am Ororo Munroe."

He clasped her hand between his own. "Shinobi… Shinobi Shaw."